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Angel In Disguise Chapter 2

One Year Later

Ally's POV

Another hotel, another town. That's how my life has been for the past year ever since I had to fake my death. So far, as far as everyone knows, Ally Dawson I dead. Every new place that I go I'm a different person. Sometimes I'm Cassandra Hemmings, Anastasia Long, and my most used alias Isobel Fender. Isobel Fender is new in town and is looking for a place to have some fun. I guess that's good that I'm in Indio, California exactly around the time Coachella is on. Looks like I'm buying myself a ticket.

After buying my ticket I decide to get myself ready. I'm going out on the town! As Isobel Fender of course. I put on some wedges, white high shorts, and a red and yellow crop top with strings that hang down on the bottom. I curl my hair and apply some make up. Suddenly my phone starts to ring and I look at the caller ID...what? What the hell is going on? "Trish?" Why is she calling me?

Austin's POV

It's been a year since one of the most important person in my life died. Ally Dawson. Her name still stings to the day. Sometimes I still feel like she is still here and she is going to knock on my apartment door and collapse on my couch like it's her place. Still laughing to this day of what she did once. She knocked on my door and didn't even look where she was going and thought my couch was in the same spot and without looking she fell on the floor. I moved my living room around and she got angry for not telling her. I really miss her. We used to see each other and now she is gone.

Someone starts knocking on my apartment door and I walk across my apartment to answer it. I open the door and see my familiar red headed friend Dez. "Hey Dez."

"Hey Austin. What's up."

"Nothing, just thinking and watching a movie."

"Oh, can I join?"

"The thinking or movie part?" I ask confused.

"Uhh, the movie part. How would we think together?"

"Whatever, have a seat." I take a seat on the couch as Dez follows.

"So what are we watching?"

"Zaliens."

"The first one?"

"Yeah."

"Nice!" A commercial comes on and Dez starts complaining. "You're not watching it on Netflix?"

"No...it was on TV so I decided to watch it."

"Ugh. Well then I'm making popcorn." Dez gets up to walk to the kitchen. Austin shakes his head and looks at the TV. A commercial about Coachella is on.

"Sounds right up my alley. That looks like a lot of fun." But it's so far away. But it would be so worth it if I bought a ticket. "Dez get in here!"

"What? I'm making popcorn!" He walks back into the living room.

"It's in the microwave, right?"

"Yeah?"

"The you can come sit down at watch this commercial."

After Dez complains, he sits down on the couch while I rewind the TV to the beginning of the commercial. I play it and tell Dez to watch. After he finishes watching it he says, "What about it?"

"It's Coachella!"

"Yeah, I picked that up in the commercial."

"We should go."

"No way, dude. That's a lot of money and it's all the way across the country. You want to travel across the country for three days of that?"

"Uhhh, yeah!"

"Why?"

"Because it looks fun!"

"If you want, you can but I'm not going."

"I can't just go by myself."

"Why not?"

"Because you have to take a friend."

"Is that one of the rules?"

"No. It's a rule of life. You take your best friend to things like this." I point at the TV.

"I don't care if it's one of the ten commandments, I'm not going."

"Why? Are you afraid of big crowds or something?"

"What!? No! The while thing is stupid."

"Whatever you say."

"Just find someone who would like to go."

"I don't want to take anyone but my best friend, dude. C'mon dude, it would be fun! You can meet a girl. It's been a while for you."

"Has not!"

"Okay, who was the last girl you slept with?"

"UH, that girl we saw at the club."

"When was this?"

"That one night."

"That one night? Let me guess, it was that one night, with that one girl, at that one club."

"See, you know!"

"Shut up, Dez. Fine. If you're going to be like that, then fine. You're just going to miss a lot of fun."

"I guess I will."

Dez grabs the popcorn and we resume our movie.

Trish's POV

My phone starts to ring as I answer it in my quiet apartment a few stories up. "Hello?"

"This is Agent Marshall. You know what to do."

"Yes." I hang up the phone. That was my one phone call. I get a text message from him of a number to call for back up.

I'm an Agent who has been in the search for Ally Dawson, aka my supposed dead best friend. I hear she worked for an organization and that she used to work for a man who turned against her and her organization. It's up to me to capture him once in for all so Ally can come home to a safe family. I don't keep in contact with Ally nor does she know that I'm an Agent for a special organization. I work for an organization called Agent Protective Services. We help agents fake their deaths, keep agents alive, keep agents families safe...ect. As you figured out, we do a lot of things. The APS is a brand new organization so if Ally's still alive, we can take down Dallas once in for all.

I take out my phone and dial Ally's old phone number. I highly doubt she'll even answer as her phone broke with the explosion that she supposedly was in.

Ally's POV

What the hell is going on? Why is Trish calling me? I deny the call and grab my purse and leave my hotel room. Whatever that was, leaves me to think either someone thinks I'm still alive, or has speculations that I am still alive. Trish couldn't have actually called me as she knows that my phone broke in the blast. Or did she?

At Coachella

I finally made it to Coachella. I let the thoughts of people thinking I'm alive slide to the back of my mind. As I get in I start looking at all the good looking guys. Damn, I should come here every year. Three days of this, I can definitely do this.

I rented out a camper for the weekend that I will be sleeping in. There are so many people here. People laying on the green grass, under shady trees, up by stages. A girl could get used to this.

I head to my camper and freshen myself up. As I leave through the door I catch a glimpse of a blonde. A familiar blonde, a really really familiar blonde. "Austin?" I whisper to myself. I carefully go past him as he is talking to some girl.

Oh, no! His eyes caught onto me. The girl that Austin starts walking away which could only mean one thing. Austin was coming up to me...oh no!